Where to park?

We've had three "storms of  the century" the last fourteen years,

the last two this very summer.

This is where a loop of the river comes close to the road in Peninsula.

The first "storm of" earlier this year undercut the bank almost to the road.

The village was able to buy one load of stone,

a construction company donated load after load of fill dirt, 

disaster averted.

That crack is how far back the fill went.

Another "storm of" and the bank is further undercut.

I did not step over the crack to take the picture.

If you look way up the road you can see an orange sign.

That's where the road becomes the responsibility of the county.

But back here the 670 residents of the village must shoulder the cost.

Or close the road.

This is what your federal government can do when the river undercuts their precious towpath trail, half a mile north. Money talks, or at minimum turns into fill gravel.

A golf course is across the street from the river in the first two pictures.

It is acre after acre of row after row of trees, mostly spruce.

If golf interested me, this probably would be interesting to get around.

But, I am fascinated by the row upon row of tree trunks rising from the very lovely lawns.

The early morning light is beautiful.

I'm trying to find a place to park and take some pictures.

I've been looking around for that parking place for a couple of years, now.

Along the road down to the river,

a lot of late summer color.

I parked in the boy scout camp driveway for this set of pictures.

Up in the air, a first hint of fall.

I walked back up the road to track down this picture.

Hooray for my viewfinder!

And when I finally got to town to take the pictures I set out to take,

I found this blossom poking through a gate.

I wonder if it said, "You can't stop me from running away."